Maka Albarn… just a regular girl that loves books, obeys the rules, and does what she's told. Not much to her. Most say she's a waste of time. She just smushes her face in a book all day long. She's no fun. She's so boring. She has nobody… no friends… not much of a family… nothing…

Her mother leaving her with an alcoholic father that ignores her too focused on his work with Shinigami-sama . She just sits alone in her room and reads. Maybe a trip to the bookstore every now and then.

… Being alone isn't what she wanted but it's what she got.

After finishing her studies she leans her ear against the cold wooden door. No sounds so far. Maybe he's asleep. She slowly opens the door and crawls through the hallway and hidden by the couch after the opening. She pokes her head up to see her father drunk on the couch with two women lying with him.

Maka hears some noises and her father wiggles a bit while in a deep snooze. She ducks her head down for a few moments and continues crawling until she reaches a gap from the living room to the kitchen. She slowly moves away from the couch hiding her and keeping an eye on her father and the two women with him. One of the women opens their eyes and Maka dashes straight to the kitchen.

"Hey Spirit!" She grabs a drink off the coffee table and spills it on his face. He starts kicking around and breaks a picture frame that was sitting on the coffee table. He picks it up and slowly gets up. Maka quickly climbs in the cabinet full of pots and pans to hide from her father. She hears his footsteps in the kitchen and then they stop.

Maka starts shivering and hugs her legs up to her chest. She hits a pot by accident causing a small crash noise and she hears her father yelling at the women in the living room she assumes to stop breaking stuff.

"It wasn't us you dumbass! Get some hearin aids ya moron!" All voices stopped and she hugged her knees and legs tighter. She hears more footsteps come towards her direction and scoots as far back as she can.

She starts hearing cabinets getting opened and shut and then whispers… She couldn't make the words out but she assumed they were the women and then the cabinet opens and a head pops in to stare her down.

"Hey Spirit, who's the brat?"

"Oh don't be like that!" Another female head pops in and focuses on Maka's shaking body. "She looks pretty scared, wonder why. Hey girly what's the matter?" She backs as far as she can when her father's head pops in.

"Maka go to your room." He speaks softly and she just sits there for a few moments. "GO NOW!"

"I haven't gotten any dinner though…" She startled by his stomping, scurries her way to her room and locks the door.

She throws her body on the floor on a rug that was fluffy and purple. Her whole body shivering as she listens to her stomach make many noises. She holds her body together with pain. She was already to skinny.

A small knock comes from the door. She knows if it's her father and she doesn't answer he will beat down the door so she unlocks the door and runs over to her bed. Door creeks open and it was one of the women's backs holding something. She curls as back as she can away from her.

"Hurry. Take it before Spirit notices I'm gone." She whispered as Maka came a little closer to notice a piece of bread from her hands with long purple nails. She grabs the bread and munches on it for a while. "The name's Blair, I hope your situation improves or you move out quick. What's your name little bit?"

"Umm..uh.. I-It's M-Maka…" She stuttered a little but she squeezed out the words from her small mouth. Maka could see she was wear a purplish short poufy dress with some white spots near the edges, along with a purple headband with a little purple hat on it. Her hair was short bright purple curls with what seemed to be white highlights that matched her dress and cute little headband. She seemed a little busty, but it worked since she was in that kind of career choice. "Why are y-you helping me Miss Blair?"

"Well I've been in this position before and I know what it feels li-" She was cut off by a loud stomp coming from the living room and some breaking glasses.

"BLAIR! What the hell are you doin over there?" Maka saw a wink from her eyes, but her attention was fully at Spirit. She tried closing the door for Maka, but only having her father pry through her fingers. His eyes were dark almost a black color and his hand raised up to slap her across the cheek.

She dropped to the floor and crawled over to her closet door holding her cheek. A few tears trickled down her swollen cheek. The male with dark red hair went over to Blair and picked her up by the collar piece of her dress. "Don't come in here again Blair. She doesn't need help; she can take care of her own body. You're with me not my little lazy ass daughter." His voice seemed a little scratchy and Blair was chocking a little holding her collar piece and dangling from his grip. He dropped her to the floor and her head hit the edge of the door.

"Daddy, leave her alone…" He glanced over at her direction and walked slowly toward her aching body.

"Go get some damn food and get to bed you little brat." His head was down and she couldn't see his eyes anymore. He backed away from the room full of tension and ran off to the living room.

She stumbled a little struggling to get up she walked over to Blair and saw her head with a little blood leaking from her forehead. She went over to her desk and rummaging through her draws for her packs of band-aids. She finds her stash of froggie ones and gets some of the liquid stuff and sits next to Blair. She applies the medicine and band-aid on her small wound and runs over to her dark wooden end table and grabs the glass of water, then goes straight for the bathroom. As she rummaged through the cabinets, footsteps came from the hallway.

Her body was shivering and she hid behind the other side of the cabinet. Her eyes saw purple heels on the other side of her hiding place. Then Blair's voice seemed shaky as she spoke. "Th-thanks Maka…" She walked over to her and sat next to Maka. She stared smiling, but Maka saw her tearing up. "Thank you so much… Maka." She gave her a big hug and seemed a little emotional over her giving her a band-aid.

"All I did was try and get you something to cover up that bleeding spot on your forehead." She was silent for a little, but ended the hug and wiped away her tears moving away from the little girl. She got up and before she left a wink escaped from her right eye.

"Oi, Blair. Where ya goin so soon?" She heard another door slam and nothing else.

Maka went to her room and sat on the bed, often glancing at the stain of blood on her floor near the door. Two more days until school starts up again. Hopefully this year she makes some friends and comes out of her bubble a little. She laid back and looked at the black painted ceiling with some plastic stars she put up there. 'Maybe Blair is right… I should just move out and get out of this house full of so much tension.' While her mind was wondering she drifted off to sleep with a small smile… that was rare to happen now a day's…

I dunno if I'll continue this... it seems a little boring, but I'll see what you guys think .-. Thanks for reading though :) and review your thoughts pwease...